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You thumbed through the fashion magazine, tapping your foot on the ground and munching on a piece of gum that had lost it's berry sweet taste long ago. Boredom was slowly creeping onto you when the phone sitting on the table beside you rang, breaking the silence.
You smiled and set the magazine down, picking up the phone and answering, "Hello? (Name)'s sex-line, how may I please you?" You had jitters, it was your first caller ever. Your friend talked you into running her sex line for a week while she was on vacation, since she stated that you had a sexy voice.
"(Name), ohonhonhon, I never thought I'd hear your beautiful voice on this line." Francis teased, you could practically see him posing on his couch like if he was being painted, a wine glass in one hand, the phone in the other.
"Francis, you know I'm running the lines for a week," you retorted, blushing at the thought of having to sex talk to Francis, "don't act all innocent."
He gasped dramatically, "Ma cherie, you are so prude! I simply called to hear a wonderful art form, and I get this?"
A wonderful art form? In France, probably.
"Francis, get off the line." You sighed.
"But I'm paying," he protested, "now please me."
Well, he is paying.
You smiled and set the magazine down, picking up the phone and answering, "Hello? (Name)'s sex-line, how may I please you?" You had jitters, it was your first caller ever. Your friend talked you into running her sex line for a week while she was on vacation, since she stated that you had a sexy voice.
"(Name), ohonhonhon, I never thought I'd hear your beautiful voice on this line." Francis teased, you could practically see him posing on his couch like if he was being painted, a wine glass in one hand, the phone in the other.
"Francis, you know I'm running the lines for a week," you retorted, blushing at the thought of having to sex talk to Francis, "don't act all innocent."
He gasped dramatically, "Ma cherie, you are so prude! I simply called to hear a wonderful art form, and I get this?"
A wonderful art form? In France, probably.
"Francis, get off the line." You sighed.
"But I'm paying," he protested, "now please me."
Well, he is paying.
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Pick Up Lines: Drunk!FranceXReader
You'd never been one for bars but your three best friends, Prussia, Spain and France, loved them.
After all, bars had beer, wine, and all the whores a dick could ever want. What's not to love, right?
You snorted, taking a gulp of your whisky, the liquid burning your throat. You silently watched Prussia and Spain attempt to pick up girls, somewhat amused by their cheesy attempts. That amusement quickly evaporated, however, when you felt arms wrap around your waist. " 'Ey, mon amour!"
You groaned, recongizing the voice; out of all three boys, France was definatly the biggest flirt. What's worse, he was drunk at the moment, a fact he made qui
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Canada x Reader: Pickup Lines
"Hey ______..."
You glanced over your shoulder towards your Canadian friend, who was walking slightly behind you with his hands jammed tensely into his coat pockets. "Yeah, Mattie?"
He swallowed nervously, and then blurted, "When faced with a cold climate there's no substitute for body heat so wanna warm me up?"
You stopped walking and turned, open-mouthed, to your quiet and reserved Canadian friend. "Do I what?"
Matthew was a blushing mess, rubbing the back of his head and stuttering awkwardly. "Ah, that is... wanna play with my hockey stick?" He slapped his forehead. "Ugh, that wasn't any good either! Hold on, how about... uh, c-can I slip
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Pick Up Lines: AmericaXReader
Any day with the Allies was never, under any circumstances, normal, but proof that today was going to be extra weird first showed up this morning.
Around 2:00 a.m., America had burst into your room, yelling that you just HAD to see his "fighter plane of doom". Disgruntled, but well aware that he was going to drag you out of your nice, warm bed to see his plane one way or another, you threw on some clothes and followed the excited American. You had to admit, it was pretty cool up close. "Nice plane, America." You commented, eyebrows raised. "It's a lot cooler than I'd expected. Bigger, too."
America grinned. "Dude, where I come from, everyth
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